This year's winter always comes quickly, yesterday was still a colorful autumn, today has become the winter of ink painting, in addition to the dead leaves on the tree that refuse to fall, hanging branches alone, the eyes are all a piece of yellow, making people feel that the passage of time is only a moment.
In the snowy winter, there is nothing to do, there is always a memory gushing out, which may be the tradition inherent in the blood of the northwestern people, around the stove with a few wisps of carbon smoke, eating steamed buns that are about to become coke, just a few pickled leeks, drinking the bowl of canned tea with the taste of Chinese medicine!
In winter, guests are invited to taste a bowl of tea, which is the etiquette that our Northwestern people pay attention to. The tea that tumbles when boiling tea seems to illustrate a culture, strong tea is used until late at night, the host and guest respect each other, and Lala is homely.
In the jar of tea, there may be a kind of thought, as long as its bitter taste, has always promoted the continuation of culture, year after year in the northwest of this yellow land has been handed down to this day...
Now whenever I taste this can of tea, I think of the scene of my grandfather and grandma tasting the can of tea together, they have been dead for many years, but it seems that the scene happened yesterday! If you want to taste cans of tea, come to our Great Northwest and treat you well!